"Prepare to die!"
When throwing this Lightning Strike Orb, Champ could say he had never missed.
Throughout history, anyone who dared to resist this attack was as if struck by lightning, and all met a tragic end.
In the thick fog, Lan seemed to sense something approaching her.
Lan, however, remained expressionless, her only facial expression being her previously somber gaze.
Closing her eyes, which were filled with hatred, Lan began to try to use her five senses to perceive the attack before her.
Suddenly, in an instant, Lan first heard the whistling of the wind, followed by the explosive sound of a flying object tearing through the air.
"Now!"
A golden luster appeared in Lan's eyes.
"Secret Technique: Feather of God!"
In an instant, the Lightning Strike Orb that should have struck Lan actually hovered in place.
Overcoming its own immense inertia and gravity, and defying the laws of physics, the Lightning Strike Orb came to a complete stop in place, and then flew back to Champ at an extremely fast speed.
'Secret Technique: Feather of God '.
This is the ultimate technique of Lan's ' Thousand-Mile Flight - Mostima ', which can not only transform feathers into sharp blades to cut through everything in the world, but also deflect attacks from all flying objects.
Having been largely useless until now, he couldn't offer much help when Lin Feng came to kill Dr. Stylish.
Lan not only lacked a strong desire to fight, but also had little craving for conflict; all he wanted was peace.
In order to kill Champ, he had been practicing this move diligently for a long time, and finally today he had a chance to use it.
"Now, you should be smashed to pieces!"
Champ was already prepared to collect Lan's body.
But the next second, a ball of green jade, carrying a powerful thunderous force, flew straight toward him.
The speed was comparable to that of a musket; before he even realized what was hitting his chest, tens of thousands of volts of high-voltage lightning were already fiercely scorching Champ entire body.
"Aaaaaaahh...
This overwhelming, agonizing pain made it impossible for Champ to breathe.
"How does it feel to be hit by your own move? You worm that plagues humanity!"
Lan was freed from his lofty, fallen angel persona, and his wings were retracted.
As they approached Champ's unconscious body, the surrounding shopkeepers and patrons all hid under the tables, too afraid to make a move.
Lan spread her arms, and the wings on her back unfurled once more.
"Damn beast... this is what you deserve!"
Lan flicked her sleeve, and a feather pierced Champ's left radius bone.
The feather was made of a special material, incredibly hard, and even managed to penetrate the bar's wooden floor.
Another feather pierced straight into the ulna of Champ's right arm.
Then, the femur, the pelvis, and when the trigeminal nerve was pierced, Champ felt nothing at all. Lan finally knew that the man was completely dead.
"To die like that... it's utterly hateful and disgusting..."
Lan used feathers to completely restrain Champ's limbs, making him look like a prisoner undergoing trial by the cult.
"I'm sorry, I'll be responsible for any compensation that follows."
Lan spoke to the tavern owner, then dragged Champ's body out and launched all the wings on her back at Champ's body.
Within seconds, Champ's body was riddled with arrows. Countless feathers pierced his skin, and the base of each feather was stained crimson with flowing blood.
"Even this kind of scum and blood is red..."
'Secret Technique: Feather of God!'
Lan transformed her wings into a giant blade, and with a light swing, it unleashed an astonishing explosion.
A massive impact erupted from the ground, and the dust nearly crushed the trees in the distance; this was Lan's strongest offensive technique.
With this blow, Champ was cut in half at the waist, and the broken organs could even be seen through the gap, making him look extremely disgusting.
However, Champ's Teigu remained undamaged. All six uniquely shaped jewels had now been formed and were emitting a soft glow in front of Champ.
"Infidels should be burned alive..."
Lan shot her feather at the red pearl, which shattered instantly, releasing a massive burst of flames that spread through Champ's clothes, creating a sea of fire.
Flames burned Champ's body, devouring his organs and emitting a foul, acrid smell.
"In ancient times, people often used burning at the stake to punish heretics, believing that fire could purify impure souls..."
"But the soul of a demon in human skin like you cannot be purified by fire... You're getting off too easily."
Lan took a deep breath, returned to the tavern, and smashed a small bag of gold coins on the bar counter. This savings represented most of Lan's annual salary, enough for the owner to open another new bar.
Lan went to great lengths to exact her revenge today.
Walking alone on the street, Lan suddenly felt a sense of loss.
His life, which he had planned for revenge for many years, seemed to have come to a perfect end today.
But is that all I'm truly satisfied with?
The dead children will never return; their deaths are like scars, forever etched on Lan's body, never to be healed.
Yet Champ's death was so casual, as if he had merely endured a little unnecessary suffering and could leave this carefree and joyful world with a clear conscience.
As the children's teacher, he no longer had any means of revenge.
Such punishment was far too lenient for him, and such revenge was far too unfair for Lan.
However, this is the only way.
Where are you going next?
Just as Lan was feeling quite lost, an unfamiliar female voice called out to her.
Looking behind him, he saw a beautiful young girl. She was dressed in a fashionable and avant-garde style, with exquisite makeup. Her appearance seemed familiar, yet also unfamiliar.
"Who are you..."
Just call me Chelsea.
Chelsea placed her headphones on her shoulders to cover her long, pinkish-orange hair, then took the lollipop out of her mouth and said this.
" Wild Hunt, is that the organization's name? They killed my friend, so I came to his house to pay my respects, only to witness this scene. It was all by chance."
From the very beginning, Chelsea had been using the ' Gaia Foundation ' to disguise herself as a customer, silently observing everything inside the bar.
"I just wanted to drown my sorrows in alcohol, huh~"
"If someone were drowning their sorrows in alcohol, they couldn't possibly be pretending this well."
"Of course~ After all, I'm a familiar face in the Imperial Capital."
Chelsea couldn't help but laugh, and for the first time, Lan understood the deeper meaning behind that laugh.
That was such a bright yet heavy smile...